“Ow!” she said rubbing her chin. “Zoey that hurt pretty fucking bad, what’s your damage?” Genevieve was upset but that behaviour – towards her – wasn’t proper of Zoey. Confused and slightly in pain, she picked Zoey’s phone and looked at the picture. Her blood ran cold.
“What… I… I didn’t send this!” the girl exclaimed “My phone’s dead how could I even? What the hell is this?”
“You think I’d know? I’ve been with you this entire time,” Zoey replied, shifting herself uncomfortably on her plastic chair. She suddenly felt like she knew far too much about Genevieve, and at the same time nothing at all. It was so freaking awkward, and she couldn’t quite decide if she should talk about it, or just say nothing at all. She went with the former.
“How the fuck did they get it then?” A hand reached out to take her cell back from Genevieve, doing everything she could to not stare at the image. “My phone’s been acting up all fuckin’ week and somehow I managed sent one to the oldest Loupe brother. That was fun.”
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